Loving My Raised Mother

Wind up

"Mandi? nights like this? it'll catch a cold, Mam." Rania was surprised by the answer from her mother.

"Y-yes, Mama forgot. Bobo darling? it's night." it's already night." Fatma rubbed Rania's hair gently.

About thirty minutes later, Rania was back asleep and Fatma slowly woke up and down not wanting to disturb Rania's sleep.

The road was very careful. Out of the room, quietly closed the door and Fatma stood leaning against the door.

"Huuh ..." rough breathing from Fatma's mouth. "May the boy ask me something I find difficult to answer."

Fatma snorted in annoyance, then sniffed the smell on her body which was just right. The smell of Aryan perfume was so inherent in his body. "Hem .. fragrance ..." Fatma closed her eyes and enjoyed the smell of her perfume on her own body.

Arya who waits in the room gedebag-gedebug is not good enough. Slanted wrong, supine uncomfortable and face down especially. Really not wearing. Being brought to sleep, Arya finally woke up and was about to get off her bed.

But there were footsteps approaching the door of his room. Highlight Arya's eyes were fixed on the door leaf which seconds later opened.

Fatma rushed in with her chest down. Walking over to Arya who was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why dear, Rania, not pa-pa, right? I'm going there but I'm afraid to ask, anyways I think it's just a nightmare, right?" Arya looked at the wife who was directly sitting next to her.

"Hem, just a dream. It was bobo again now," Fatma's eyes stared intensely at the husband and did not escape her sight. Arya was already wearing shorts, then Fatma picked up her clothes that were splattered on the floor.

"Ooh," the voice that came out from Arya's mouth, was brief.

"I was suspected, you know," he muttered Fatma while sitting back near Arya.

"What?" Arya looked over and waited for an answer.

"This is because my body smells of your perfume" said salt, sniffing back the smell.

"Oh, yes not pa-pa, the important thing is not to just look at us lag-" Arya hung up her sentence with a charming smile.

"Why not sleep?" tanya Fatma turned her head towards the messy bed.

"Not yet, waiting for my First Lady." Again Arya messed with the wife who immediately welcomed with a smile.

Fatma stood in front of Arya, her hand touching the man's shoulder. Then sit on Arya's thigh, wrapping her hand around Arya's shoulder.

Aryan's hand was embracing Fatma's waist and slightly pulling her. The other hand leads to Fatma's neck and then on the pull it closer to the red lips and always become opium to continue to kiss her.

The desire that was finished now easily burned again flared up, the blood roiled hot rose to burn his body pushing to do or continue the event that became opium for every normal person.

Aryan lips moved soft streets that caused a strange sensation. The bodies of both of them were like electrocution so that the blood flow stopped for a moment.

The heart is beating very fast. Dag-dig-dug is erratic, rumbling like the sound of waves hitting Karan.

Fatma was closing her hands around Arya's neck. Replying to the kiss Arya did.

Then Arya moved her hand to the upper leg of Fatma stroked gently and moved forward. Her lips move.

"Hmmm!"

Smear the entire neck. Go down and open the robe that covers the chest with Aryan lips, then

stop at a point that is always challenging and tempting. Making those in front of him feel unable to enjoy.

Arya smiled with satisfaction at seeing Fatma so enjoying every touch she gave. The most important thing for Arya at this time is to make Fatma happy and feel appreciated and become a full wife.

Arya carried Fatma's body up to the bed. He laid down and immediately locked his movements.

Arya cupped Fatma's body in her gaze with a wooing look. Previously turn off the lights that turn on, brightly lit.

A moment of silence! no sound or movement. But in the end Aryan's hand crept, groping what was in front of him. Reunite their lips and make each other soft. And slow, but very exciting.

In the intentional darkness, they continued their nightly routine so quietly that it lasted so long, and either had a few rounds. Making both of them bathed in sweat that poured.

A heat ritual that drains sweat. Make their skin sticky that mix.

The night was getting late, the cold began to say hello to piercing the skin. Tiredness also caused the ceasing of the union between the two.

"Akh .." Fatma's voice sounded melodious in the Aryan's ear.

"Hmmm! I'm tired." Arya murmured while ending her unification.

Arya dropped her body next to the wife's body, giving a brief kiss as a sign of gratitude. His lips read prayer.

Fatma smiled with satisfaction. If only it could be seen, Fatma's smile was unceasingly expanding. His heart is very blooming and happy. I have been through a very exciting intimate relationship.

So impressive is something that is very beautiful and difficult to express with words. Want and want again, different from the previous the opposite.

Fatma exhaled her long breath. Pulling a blanket and inching into the arms of the husband, sleeping on the chest of the field that makes each wife comfortable.

Early in the morning. Fatma was already struggling in the kitchen to make breakfast, after making a warm drink for her husband.

Arya was sitting enjoying a cup of warm drinks made by the wife while watching Fatma cook. It just so happens that his job of cleaning is to just relax and wait for breakfast to be ready.

"Honestly, I'm sorry I'm married now." Arya muttered while sipping a drink and then traced the surface of the cup with a finger.

Degh's!

Fatma turned to Arya. He looked at Arya expressionlessly, his bead eyes looked sad suddenly hearing Arya's words like that. Sorry to have married her.

Arya turned her head with a smile, then stood up and approached. Arya hugged Fatma's body from behind, of course, Fatma gave a rejection and brushed Arya's hand that even locked.

Makes Arya's lips grow. "I'm so sorry! he is now married."

"Let's ah." Fatma revolted and wanted to escape from the embrace of Arya.

"Darling to know? sorry why?" Arya further tightened her embrace and stuck her chin next to Fatma's neck to smell the smell of her fiery body.

There was no response from Fatma who focused on cooking. Suddenly the tightness in his chest attacked again, his two neutrals began to dew. Just now she tasted the sweetness and was happy to be a wife to the full.

Now must hear the word that does not wear, which comes out of the mouth of Arya directly. A speech that made him shocked, not believing but clearly.

"Your staff!" fatma murmured in her heart, her lips trembling withstanding the turbulent taste she was unable to express ....

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